Mallory is a wonderful writer and an absolute joy to be around. I highly recommend checking out her recent article on “Limits”. It’s about setting, knowing, and embracing the things we like about ourselves as well as the character traits that cause our own unique gremlin to play havoc between our ears.

It resonates nicely with something that I touched on in a previous post.

Take care!

Source: Limits


!gnihtyreve noitseuQ


Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Maybe we are going about this all wrong. Smh.

Is life about answers or questions? Answers! Right? We want to know what our purpose is. Why we are here. The answer to the eternal question: “What is the meaning of life?”!

Or, maybe not.

Shunryu Suzuki said that “in the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few”. We go to grade school and colleges to be experts. We hone our skills at a single thing. Definite in our purpose. This is it! I will be a ________ and live happily ever after.

Or, maybe not.

This brings up an interesting argument. If someone “finds their purpose”, have they sort of reached an end? The short answer is that I don’t know.

I’m in the middle of the book “A More Beautiful Question” by Warren Berger. He provides example after example of innovation created out of asking a simple question, which usually goes something like “how can I do this better?”. The question is never “how can THEY do it better” as this is a path to nowhere. A circular argument (i.e. don’t outsource the problem, ask a better question).

“Successful people ask better questions, and as a result, they get better answers” – Anthony Robbins

Answers are a commodity which are bought and sold. And they are in abundance! . Why should we send kids to school to be excellent answerers? Famously, when Albert Einstein was asked by a reporter what was his phone number, he quickly proceeded to the nearest phone book to find the answer. The interviewer asked how a man so smart could not remember his phone number, to which he replied “why would I memorize something that is so readily available”. I have jumbled the quote, but the point is made. Does this sound like anything we know? I’ll give you a hint, it rhymes with “Shmoogle”.

An entire Ivy League degree can be learned online. So what is the point of an expert? Have you ever noticed that in order to get the best answer from Google, the question you ask it is undeniably intertwined with the result that is produced. If you type “what is evolution” into a search, you will receive definitions and examples. But if what you really wanted to know was about the argument for (or against) evolution being taught in public schools, your query better be more specific.

So why teach for answers? Why not teach for questions?

noun {ZOOLOGY}
  1. the retention of juvenile features in the adult animal

We need bold question askers! When we were 4 years old, we asked a billion questions. Now at 44, we just ask for the bill.

Namaste y’all.


“I support whatever works, as long as you don’t hurt anybody else.” Jason Silva

I’m sitting here in my car just before going into work. The temperature is cool this morning (50s, which is odd for June), but the rising sun is beginning to heat the earth, I sit here in my nice warm fleece feeling the ultraviolet rays settling on my skin. The sky is blue and free of clouds, the green leaves on the trees sparkle like jewels. And I’m about to go into a large, gray box for the day.

My soul recoils, frightened by the cold reality of time.

I sometimes go on rants as an excuse. An excuse as to why I am still here, or perhaps a plea for help. I grant you, this is complaining. Complaining about what I have, or have not, done.

The path at forward is the path inward. Which sounds cliché and woo woo, but it begins with making a decision about laying one single brick at a time. I realize that I am talking to myself.

It’s laborious and long… my brow sweats. Is it fear? Fear that somehow time will catch up to me? Feat that I’m on the wrong path? The, quote/unquote fear of success?

I am done with fear.

Namaste y’all.


Is it a rut… or a groove?

42-ford-mustang-slot-car-trackThis morning, driving to work there was a faint smell coming into the car from the interstate that reminded me of the smell of the race track my brother and I used to have when we were kids (weird, I now. Nostalgia). I believe the track was made by Tyco and it came with a red Trans Am and a Police car (with working lights!).

The track was electric and as the Trans Am and police car chased each other around in a circle along the track the smell of ozone filled the air. We’d play with that thing for hours until some part inevitably broke or we got bored – or fought about something.

The cars stayed on the track by a small piece of plastic on the bottom that fit into a groove along the lines of the respective track that they were running down. Sometimes they flew off if we pushed the “gas” too fast and we laughed and wiggled with the delight as the car went barreling into the carpet. Crash! But sometimes they went around really fast, making a fantastic whizzing sound, taking the corners like a pro. Sometimes we even put up obstacles in the car’s way that they had to crash through.

A rut is a grave with its ends knocked out

It’s easy to get stuck in a rut and not know where to go, continually going around and around the track, again and again… and again. A lot of it has to do with how you view the current predicament. Your mindset. Do you see it as a rut, are you do you see it as a groove? It depends. Are the race cars in a rut? Or are they in the most perfect groove to allow them to be exactly what they were meant to be?

The race track has an obvious symbolic resemblance to life: the infinity loop, samsara, Yin and Yang, alpha and omega, dark and light. Pretty much any metaphor you want to put with it.

Round and round. Round and round.

The cars were meant to go round and round as fast as they could, with as much precision as they could, supplying as much fun as possible to two young boys. They exhibited their divine purpose. Should they be judged? Should they judge themselves?

No. There is acceptance. A knowing.


I once saw the cartoon (above) drawing of two fish in a bowl: a daddy fish and a baby fish. The daddy fish says “You can be anything you want to be – no limits”. The irony is that the fish could obviously not get out of the bowl. You might say it’s sad that the fish has limitations – it cannot get out of the bowl. It cannot fulfill its full potential!!! And if did get out of the bowl, what would happen? Likely it shortly died. Synchronistically, the bowl depends on the fish as well (a bowl without a fish is, well, just a bowl). This goes back to the glass-half-full/half-empty scenario as well as the interconnectivity of all things. But perspective can sometimes be elusive and we tend to ruminate over our current lot in life. Or situation. Or eating habits. We say things like “this is just me”. “I can’t change the world”. “What good what it do?”. “Who am I?”.

Any rut can be a groove. And any groove can be a rut. Perspective and conscious decision making is the difference.

This is not to say that you should simply be satisfied with what you’ve got, what’s been handed to you, and the direction you’re going. Sharks die if they are not constantly moving. You must be an active participant.

Joie de vivre!

The monotony of daily life, the 9 to 5, daily traffic, the “rat race”, crib to coffin. Can you imagine a lifetime in prison? Of being a person constructed of the daily barrage of: “I should do this”,  “I shouldn’t do that”,  “I could’ve done this”,  “I could’ve done that”,  “I wish”,  “I hoped”. If these words have become part of your vocabulary, it may be a subtle hint that you’re in a rut. Maybe not entirely, maybe only for the moment. But it’s a signal that can help guide you on your way to the next big thing, to the change that you were looking for in your life to get you into your groove.

Notice where your language takes you, and how it can turn you away from the groove (or towards it). And when you notice it, don’t judge, don’t beat yourself up, don’t pat yourself on the back.

Just notice.

What’s in your pocket?

jeansAs a child, I was taught that you can tell a lot about a man by the contents of his pockets. My grandfather, a southern gentleman from South Carolina who routinely wore overalls or baggy jeans, always had something interesting in his deep, denim pockets. During the summer or when the weather was nice, he had a routine of walking to the store, or just down his street where he would routinely pick up trinkets and treasures along the way. Oftentimes it was just a penny or a shiny piece of glass, others it was the lead from car tires (used in balancing) which we would melt with a blowtorch into all kinds of peculiar shapes. Or it was pieces of plastic that he would make into handles for his well-worn tools. And he always carried a pocket knife, some of which I was lucky enough to inherit when he passed.

These days, my pockets don’t have anything very interesting in them other than a phone and some credit cards. On the weekend I do carry a pocket knife, which has 1,001 uses during weekend duties or when a lime needs to be dissected. I have one pair of pants that has had a shark tooth in it for years from a beach trip we took with the kids. It’s a good memory and I am always amazed when I reach down there and find it. By now it should have been eaten by the washing machine.

We carry with us the things we need or think we need. Or things that interest us. As a former boy scout, our motto was “Be Prepared”, which has led me to a lifetime of hoarding many things in my garage, much to the chagrin of my wife. She’d throw away everything if she got the chance and I have come home after being away for a long weekend only to ask “hey, where did that old, broken Coke bottle go?”

I collect many more things in my virtual pocket. The apps I keep, the news I consume, the shows I watch, the things in nature that catch my eye, the books I have on the shelf. The things I can’t hold. The things that are not physical but create an image. The things that grab my attention (ooh! That’s shiny!).

Attention. Funny word. Attention is the regarding of someone or something as interesting or important and it’s not to be taken lightly. Some things can take your attention for 20 years or longer, only to leave you with an empty feeling and nothing in your pocket.

I ask myself:

  • Where is your focus going?
  • What is it about Facebook that keeps you coming back?
  • What TV shows are you interested in and why?
  • When you’re in nature, what draws your eye?
  • Do you like helping people? Why? Why not?

Growing up, we are taught that life is linear.

Pre-school – elementary school – middle school – high school – college – grad school – job – marriage/relationship – retirement – death.

If we are lucky, truly lucky, we will have a person or event break the pattern to help us become aware of what we truly want. Not what our parents have or the Jones’ have, but what WE want. And can you honestly answer this question? This simple and mundane question.

What do you want?


Here’s a clue. You are reading it right now. It’s the thing that grabbed you, that stopped you. Your time is precious. You came here for a reason. It’s either to read this and feel better about yourself because my writing is crap, or you know me, or… and this is even more subtle and nefarious… you are curious.

Look what’s in your pocket. Is it what you want?

Epic story


-Epic Story-

“Perfect” will never be the discussion to describe our love.

Messy mornings, silent days, interrupted evenings. The moon in zenith.

Never getting the chance to say that word one longed to be said all day. In my thoughts, in my ear, but the words from my mouth never to “here”.

The touch of your hand. The crease of your smile. The inside joke. No body or mind knows the dark and clear crystal waters our souls invoke.

Fallibility. Our exquisite risk of love. Sometimes spread too thin. Oftentimes, overwhelmingly, peanut-buttery thick.

Brushing the intrepid curls from your face as you begin your sleep. A lump in my throat, a sign of the promise that I am yours…

Soul to soul. King to Queen. Frequencies in orbit.

The two became love; the love became marriage; marriage became trepidation; trepidation became ease; ease became strength; strength turned the 2 to 1.

-Epic story-


Fly Your Freak Flag! being authentic

freak flag

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too hight to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

A pondering this morning: what does it mean to be “authentic”? The term is thrown around a lot and I’d bet that if you asked 100 people if they are authentic, 100 would say yes.

It seems that many people think they are authentic, but they tell themselves this story only by tricking the mind through a process rationalization and comparison (he/she is worse than me, so I must be authentic). No one is going to tell you they are a liar, a phony, or merely a reflection of outward thoughts and influences (unless they are on a path to something larger and being honest). It is characteristically American to put on a strong face and persona for the world to see, even if it is under false pretense.

So how can a person separate themselves from that which is untrue (to them) to locate the source? The viewer of the thoughts. I struggle with the fear of not actually knowing who I am. Check out my other blog post “Eggs Over Easy“.

We can argue if truth is universal or not, however for the purposes of this post, I am interested in the individual. To a small extent, Kantism and to a larger extent Biocentrism. The knower and not the known.

The Thought

Words that can describe authenticism:

  • Genuine
  • Real
  • True
  • Pure
  • Honest
  • Primary
  • Still
  • Solitary
  • Humble
  • Focused
  • Unique
  • Resolute
  • Clear
  • Definite

I do not include “moral” or “ethical” as these terms only make sense in relation to another person or thing.

The Feeling

Have you ever said to yourself “oh I wish I had said that” or “oh I wish I hadn’t said that”? We are in a constant rivalry in our heads about what we should and should not do.

Have you also had the feeling of complete control when the thing you said or action you provided was EXACTLY what the situation called for? That feels good! I want more of that.

To get back to this place, I use a visualization and centering technique that involves energizing myself to actually feel the feeling, even before it happens. Before a big presentation, I imagine myself afterwards feeling proud and knowledgeable. I am, in effect, creating the outcome I want through emotional tethering.

Check Tony Robbin’s 3 To Thrive.

The Action

Practice, repeat. Practice, repeat. Practice, repeat.

“We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation.” Oddly enough a quote by Jane Fonda.

Here are a few mantras based on a some of the words above (note: you can simply put “I am” in front of any of them to have something pretty meaningful):

  • I separate myself from all that is not true (not me)
  • I am the stillness of the water
  • I am the water that clears once it settles
  • I am honest with myself and others
  • I am focused on my goal
  • I am solitary. I am one.
  • I am unique
  • I am genuine
  • I observe that which is not me
  • I walk my path with clear vision
  • I am not my thoughts (that is insanity)
  • I am the wave. I am the wind.
  • I am a hand

This last one is a bit personal and has to do with knowing my role. The spot in my mind and within the universe which is the authentic “me”.

Being real is hard work. Layer upon layer of “them” has to be released (or revealed) and a person has to come to this with an open heart and mind.

I appreciate you. Take care. K

“Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone” – Alan Watts